Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Strange noises on the balcony (I)

"Haohao, what's wrong?"

"Grandma... people..." Haohao said in a baby voice.

Aunt Zhang glanced at the door, turned back and patted him: "No one, Haohao saw it wrong."

"Someone..." Haohao said and stretched out his little hand, "People... people..."

"Dongdong...Dongdong..." Regular sounds rang out, and Aunt Zhang suddenly felt a chill on her back.

After covering Haohao with a quilt, she took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the balcony door.

The "Dongdong" knocking sound stopped the moment she opened the door. Aunt Zhang looked outside. The moonlight was bright tonight, and there was no wind.

It was so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat.

After searching for a while and finding nothing, Aunt Zhang closed the door and said to Haohao, "Haohao, be good and go to sleep. There is nothing outside."

But Haohao suddenly burst into tears, and no matter how Aunt Zhang tried to comfort

him, it was useless. "It has been three days in a row. Haohao burst into tears every night and his spirits are getting worse and worse. I went to the hospital, but the doctor couldn't find any problems and just told me to take him home and rest more." Aunt Zhang sighed, "I heard that Master Ning can solve these problems, so I came to see you."

Fang Hui was quite bored. Even though he had become a ghost now, he still had no idea about these things.

To be honest, he was not interested.

Ning Guohua nodded after listening, got up and went to the room inside, and soon he took out a small embroidered purse.

"There is a talisman in this. Take it back and give it to your little grandson, and he won't cry at night." Ning Guohua handed the thing to Aunt Zhang, "And about the knocking on the door you mentioned, I will ask my grandson to check it out later, don't worry."

"Master, how much is this?" Aunt Zhang asked carefully after taking the purse.

"Five hundred." Ning Guohua said.

Fang Hui only looked up at the purse at this time. It was only the size of the palm of his hand, made of silk cotton cloth, and there was a lotus flower printed on it.

It looked like a small commodity sold in an ordinary night market, and the workmanship and embroidery were very ordinary.

It was estimated that the original price was only 10 to 20 yuan, but he was sold for 500 yuan. He couldn't help but wonder if this old man was... a charlatan?

But Ning Guohua could actually see him and talk to him.

A charlatan shouldn't be able to see it, right?

Ning Guohua saw Aunt Zhang's hesitation and said, "You can take it back and use it first. You can pay me when it works."

"Well, thank you, Master." Aunt Zhang said gratefully, holding her purse.

After seeing Aunt Zhang off, Ning Guohua saw Ning Helan who was already sitting on the sofa: "Xiao Lan, go to Aunt Zhang's house tonight."

Ning Helan hugged the sofa pillow lazily: "Grandpa, I guess it's the problem of the old house again. There's nothing to see."

"You haven't even taken a look, how do you know there are no other problems?" Grandpa Ning walked over and said.

"Hey, how many times have we gone to see that aren't they all caused by human or natural laws?" Ning Helan said lazily, "You have to believe in science, Grandpa."

Fang Hui:...

Ning Guohua raised his hand and patted Ning Helan on the head: "If I believed in science, you would have starved to death long ago! Besides, when have my talismans not worked?"

"You are lucky, you get lucky every time." Ning Helan obviously didn't care and adjusted the TV program with the remote control.

"Stop talking nonsense. You come over tonight. I'm going to take a nap now." Grandpa Ning said, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, take Fang Hui with you."

Fang Hui blinked and couldn't help but look at Ning Helan. Ning Helan didn't even look at him, but just replied lazily: "Yes..."

After hearing his grandson's agreement, Grandpa Ning nodded with satisfaction.

"Hey..." Fang Hui wanted to call Ning Guohua, but he didn't know what to say. He clearly wanted to leave here just now.

After all, Ning Helan couldn't see him, and couldn't hear him talking. There was really no point in staying here. But

Ning Guohua asked me to go with him, so I might as well go and take a look first. I haven't seen other ghosts yet.

However, Ning Helan couldn't see him, but she agreed to take him there. He

probably just wanted to appease his grandfather.

Fang Hui simply sat on the sofa. He observed Ning Helan for a while. He didn't even look at him from beginning to end. After watching TV for a while, he began to doze off on the sofa.

Fang Hui crossed his arms and his feet were shaking. He was upset and wanted to scold someone but didn't know who to scold. He just felt uncomfortable.

This person, his grandfather could see him, how could he not see him?

Fang Hui stared at the clock on the wall boredly. He was in a bad mood. Although the ball of light told him that he needed to accumulate good karma, he really didn't know what to do now.

He raised his left hand, and the small number "0" on his wrist was eye-catching.

"... gather good karma..."

It was not until nine o'clock in the evening that Ning Helan, who was playing games on the sofa, returned to the bedroom to change clothes.

His hair was casually tied halfway behind his head, and he wore a three-quarter sleeve T-shirt and casual pants, a small bag slung across his chest, and shiny white shoes on his feet, which looked quite fashionable. But he

didn't look like a Taoist priest no matter how you looked at him.

However, maybe he is not a Taoist priest?

Ning Helan went to the balcony, picked up the chicken, tucked it in his arm, and then said to Ning Guohua who was lying on the recliner: "Grandpa, I'm leaving."

Ning Guohua closed his eyes to rest, opened his eyes, looked at him, and nodded.

Ning Helan opened the door, then thought of something and turned back to shout, "Fang Hui! Let's go."

Fang Hui was standing at the door, and when he heard him calling him, he looked closer, but Ning Helan still couldn't see him.

Could he see him?

Fang Hui followed Ning Helan out the door, full of doubts.

A handsome guy in fashionable clothes, with a small bun on the back of his head and an ugly chicken in his arms, this weird combination would attract a lot of attention when walking on the road. Fang Hui

didn't want to walk anymore after just two steps. Normally, he didn't like to walk, and used to be picked up and dropped off by car.

Although he occasionally goes to the gym to run and keep fit, he still doesn't like walking.

"How far is Aunt Zhang's house from here?" Fang Hui muttered beside Ning Helan, "If it's far, let's take a taxi?"

Ning Helan didn't know if she didn't hear what he said, just holding the rooster and walking forward.

Fang Hui raised his voice and sighed a few times beside him, but seeing that the other party didn't respond, he had to give up and followed him reluctantly.

Fortunately, Aunt Zhang's house is not far from here, and it only takes more than ten minutes to walk.

This is a community built in the 1980s and 1990s. At that time, it was not called a community, but a large yard or a courtyard.

In the middle of the yard is a lotus pond, built with simple stones. Beside the pond are several camphor trees, with tall and straight trunks and lush branches and leaves.

Next to it are several six-story brick and tile buildings. The buildings were built early, and the exterior walls are not painted or tiled, but are all concrete. The

dark gray exterior walls are indeed a bit dull, but with the flowers and green plants on the balconies of each household, it is not monotonous.

From the outside, the layout of the entire courtyard is an inverted concave shape.

Every household here has a balcony, which is basically planted with potted flowers, and washed clothes are hung on the clothesline above.

In this kind of weather, residents like to move a small stool to cool off by the lotus pond, or enjoy the evening breeze on their own balconies, which is very comfortable.

Fang Hui, now a ghost, does not feel any heat. At this moment, the sun has long gone down the mountain, and the cool moonlight is shining down. He feels much more comfortable.

It's just that the place where he was beaten has not recovered yet.

Why can a ghost feel pain? Shouldn't he be... immune to these physical attacks now?